Clothing Optional Yoga

I'd been going to yoga for a while, and getting pretty good at it. After college, it wasn't as easy to make friends, but yoga was a great way to stay in shape and meet people. And by people, I mean mostly women. In most of the classes I've been to, I've been the only guy- maybe a couple more would join, but it was mostly women. These women were also better than me at yoga, so they were more flexible and in better shape. I had no issue with that- the heated yoga meant sports bras and yoga pants, the occasional yoga shorts, on some of the best, sweatiest bodies I'd ever seen.

So when I heard about a clothing optional yoga class, I knew I had to try it.

I'd been looking online for a while, but never had any luck. Then one day I was searching through local events and I found it. A simple post reading "Clothing Optional Yoga" at a new yoga studio specializing in that kind of thing. I signed up immediately. Maybe I should have been more discerning, but I didn't care. I was going to that class.

In the days leading up to the class, I made sure my schedule was cleared. I told friends I was busy that day but couldn't say for what. I went to a few yoga classes at my usual studio and imagined what I'd be seeing, how I'd be feeling, in just a couple of days. Everyone would be naked, including me.

On the day of the class, I almost wanted to back out. I'd never done anything like this before. I'd be in an enclosed, private space with a bunch of naked women I'd never met before.

But I made myself drive over. I was slightly shaking as I drove, barely containing my nervous energy. I told myself that I could leave at any time.

I finally arrived at the studio. The instructor opened the door. She was stunning. Probably early 40s, but in incredible shape. She wore a matching set of pastel yoga pants and sports bra. I loved her proportions- curvy but muscular. Her boobs looked maybe a little too big for someone who worked out that much, but she made it work.

"Hello, welcome in. Please take your shoes off. We also have racks for the rest of your clothing," she said. She touched her hand to my arm in a warm, welcoming way.

I smiled and took my shoes off. I looked around the studio- it was smaller than my usual space, but that made sense. I'm not sure how popular clothing optional yoga is. I saw a few women already seated on their mats, but they were still wearing their clothes.

I thought about taking my clothes off, but I sure as hell didn't want to be the only one naked, even if getting naked was my whole reason for being here. I just started getting ready and prayed that someone else would take the plunge first.

I laid my mat in the front and went to grab blocks. A few more women trickled in, as well as one guy. Nobody was undressing and class was starting soon. I decided to ditch my shirt- I usually went shirtless anyways- and my bottoms would just have to come later.

I laid down on my mat face up. The instructor started playing calming music and asked the class to join her in a seat.

I got up and took a quick glance around- still no one naked.

"Good morning. I want to welcome you all to this slow flow. Today I want you to focus on being in your body. We'll take lots of time between poses, and you'll have time alone with your thoughts and inside of your body," the instructor said. "Let's start laying down."

I went back to laying down. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I knew this was a clothing optional class- the description online was very clear. It was the whole reason I was here. But was anyone going to take the option??

"I want to remind you all that this is a clothing optional space. At any point, you can dress down or dress up to your comfort level," the instructor finally said.

Thank god. I couldn't look around to see if anyone else was undressing since I was stuck looking up at the ceiling, but at least I officially know now. And I was going to do it.

I slid down my shorts and underwear and discreetly folded them next to my mat.

I could feel the heat of the room on my bare skin and it felt good. I closed my eyes. It was dim, and I felt like I could almost fall asleep like this.

"The first pose we'll take is standing up."

I hadn't thought this through. Now I was going to be fully on display, for the whole class, but mainly for the instructor who could see me from the front. She had a direct view.

I got up on my feet and struggled to keep my hands by my sides. I knew I couldn't cover up now. The instructor was still fully clothed, and from what I could see to the sides of me, so was the rest of the class.

"Raise your hands above your head."

I raised my arms up. Now there was really no hiding. I looked at the instructor, and she looked back at me. She gave me a quick glance up and down.

Was she checking me out?

She had us stretch our arms overhead to each side. She started walking between us as she kept teaching.

"Take your right leg back and we'll meet in a low crescent lunge."

I moved my right leg back and bent my knee. I kept my arms overhead. I noticed the instructor move towards me.

"Can I touch to show you a correction?" she asked.

"Y-yes," I stammered out.

"Lower your knee to the ground and straighten your hips," she instructed. I lowered my knee myself, but she placed her hands on my hips and straightened me into place. I felt the blood flowing into my dick.

She moved on and kept walking around the room.

"Now we're moving to child's pose."

I brought my left leg back and sat down. I bent over and stretched my hands out in front. She kept us in that pose for a while, and I heard some rustling in front of me. I snuck a glance up to see that the instructor was doing child's pose too, but now topless.

She looked incredible. Like a finely aged Sydney Sweeney. Her breasts were large but still held high, with big, soft nipples. We sat up and I admired just the weight and shape of them. I was so glad her eyes were closed because I could not stop staring.

She moved us through more of the flow, and I had to force myself to not stare at her constantly. I would keep a countdown in my head of when I could glance at her again- making sure to do it once every ten seconds at the shortest. I looked around the room too and surprisingly none of the other women were taking off their tops, but one in the back went bottomless. I was a little shocked- it definitely seemed out of place for her to be bottomless, but I wasn't one to complain.

Finally we started winding down. The poses got slower again and the instructor's voice got calmer and warmer.

"Next, we'll move into wheel pose. If you need some assistance, I'll be walking around to help."

I could never get wheel pose right. You start laying on your back, then arch and push your arms and legs up so that you make a wheel. I did a couple of tries but couldn't get myself to stay up. I was praying that the instructor would see me struggling when she finally came over.

"Would you like some support?"

"Yes, please," I answered. I got a great view looking up at her breasts from the ground.

I made another attempt at wheel pose. I readied my arms and legs, and pushed as hard as I could. I actually had it for a second and kept pushing as hard as I could. The instructor placed her hands under my back and lifted up, but that brought her chest down. Her breasts landed on my stomach and one brushed against my now semi-hard dick. That sent even more blood rushing there as my dick quickly rose right next to the instructor. She kept me supported, then slowly helped me lower down. Her right breast hit my hard dick as she turned to leave.

We all laid on the ground again as the instructor brought out a singing bowl. She started playing it and the atmospheric sounds took over the room. I tried to relax but my dick was standing straight up. The instructor could clearly see it standing high among all of the prone bodies.

I was able to relax though as we laid there a while. My dick went from raging to a soft semi. Finally, the instructor broke the silence.

"I want to invite you to employ movement again. Slowly rotate your hands and feet, and when you're ready you can sit up again."

I did what she said and met her sitting up. She was still topless, eyes closed and hands resting palm-up on her knees.

"Be grateful that you brought yourself here today, that you engaged in this practice. Be grateful for you body and for taking care of it. Namaste."

She bowed and we bowed in return. I closed my eyes and hoped I could make the class last longer.

"As we pack up, please slow down. Take your time putting your clothes back on, putting away your props, and returning to your day," she said.

I opened my eyes and took a second to remain seated. I didn't go for my clothes and instead grabbed my blocks. I picked them up and took them with me to the back of the room. I walked naked across the whole studio, the whole time aware of the women around me who were surely watching. As I got to the cubby to put up my blocks, I saw the bottomless woman putting up her blocks. She was short and got up on her toes to put them away, which made her butt look great and made it jiggle a bit when she came back down. Then she turned around and I caught a glimpse of her vagina, but I pretended I didn't see anything and put up my blocks.

I walked back to my mat and started rolling it up. I saw the instructor put on a silk robe, but she left it open, which meant her breasts were still exposed.

"Charlie," the instructor said to me. "What did you think of the class?"

"Oh it was great, thank you. Sorry, what was your name again?" I asked. I could only look her in the eyes, but I used my peripheral vision to get the best look I could at her breasts.

"Samantha. You know, I offer private lessons. If that's something that interests you."

"Yeah, yeah I could be interested! The hands-on help today, it was... um..."

"Motivating?"

"Hah. I guess you could say that."

She smiled at me and stepped closer.

"Well it was nice to meet you." She reached out her hand. I looked down and tried to catch another look at her breasts along the way. I grabbed her hand and shook it.

"You too. I'll have to see you again."

"Please do."

I released her hand and knew I had to start packing up for real. I grabbed my shorts and underwear and reluctantly put them on. I picked up my yoga mat and went to grab my shirt. I started putting my shoes on when Samantha caught my attention again.

"Charlie," she said. "Let me give you my number- for our private session."

I smiled and handed her my phone. I stood there trying not to shake while she filled out her contact.

"And don't worry about the price. This one's on me," she assured me.

I took my phone back and nodded. I got one last look at her breasts as I waved goodbye. I didn't want to seem too desperate, but I was texting that number as soon as I got home.

...

I parked and approached the yoga studio. I'd texted Samantha and set up our private lesson the very next day. I didn't care how soon that was, I couldn't wait any longer. The door was closed this time and I didn't see any lights on inside. I walked cautiously towards the door and slowly turned the handle.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Come in," I heard Samantha say, but I couldn't tell from where.

I stepped inside. It was dark and the room was already heated. I bent down to take off my shoes.

"There's a rack on your left for your clothes," Samantha said. I turned and was shocked to see her right next to me. Fully naked.

"Welcome in," she said. She spread her arms open for a hug. I embraced her, finally feeling her big, soft tits against my chest. She gave me a firm squeeze before we broke off the hug.

I decided to follow her lead and undress too. I took off my shirt and hung it on a hanger. Samantha was walking towards the front of the room again and I took the opportunity to discreetly drop my shorts and underwear without her looking.

I went to drop my mat and saw that she was sitting up with her eyes closed. I grabbed blocks and came back to my mat, unrolled it and sat down. I also closed my eyes while I waited for her to start the lesson- but not before getting a good look at her fully naked body. She was in such good shape, and her skin was just starting to glisten with the beginning of sweat.

"Thank you for joining me today Charlie," she said. I opened my eyes. "In my private lessons, I like to get more hands-on. Is that okay with you?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded, trying not to sound too eager.

"Good. I'll help stretch you and bend your body into the proper positions. If anything ever hurts, please let me know. There may be some discomfort, but I never want to push you too far."

I nodded.

"Later in the lesson, I'll ask if you want to explore some tantric, sensual positions. I'll check in with you to see how you're feeling then."

Oh fuck. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but the possibility was already making me hard.

"We'll start laying down."

I laid back and looked up at the ceiling. I heard Samantha get up. Shit, she was walking right over to me!

"Can I lay on top of you?" she asked.

"Yes."

I closed my eyes. If I kept them open, I would have to stare. I felt her place her feet on either side of me, then she got down on her knees. She laid her hands on my arms, moving her fingers across my forearms until she reached my hands and interlaced her fingers with mine. Then she brought her chest down to my chest and I felt her nipples and breasts press into me.

Next, she put her legs on top of mine one at a time. Then she lowered her stomach and my growing dick was caught between us. I felt her face above mine and we shared the same breath.

"Let's do a full body stretch," she whispered now, an inch from my face. My dick was just getting harder and pressing into her.

She let go of my hands and wrapped her hands around my forearms as we both extended our hands and legs in sync.

"Breathe in."

We both took slow inhales from the same air.

"And out."

We exhaled into each others faces. It was warm, and the heated room was making me start to sweat.

"Let's stand." She slid off me and stood up.

I joined her. She initially stood slightly away from me to let me get into position, then she took a step forward to close the gap. She didn't press into me, but instead I could lightly feel her breasts and the tops of her thighs touching my chest and my thighs, my dick against her stomach.

"Arms up." She held my hands and moved my arms up, then once again slid her hands down, but still pressed my arms upwards. We held there for a breath again. My dick was about as hard as it could get, and it finally moved up past her stomach so that it was standing straight up, but she didn't flinch or acknowledge it at all.

"For downward dog, I'm going to get into position first, then you'll get into position over me."

"Okay..." I answered, unsure of how this would work.

She got into position- laying face down, then pressing her arms and legs into the mat and bringing her butt up.

I couldn't start laying down like her, so I decided to start behind her. I stood with my legs shoulder-width apart, then started to get down and lean forward. I placed my right hand outside of hers, but stumbled and hit into her butt with my dick. I panicked but somehow landed the other hand and steadied myself.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" I said.

"It's okay," Samantha replied. "Just hold the position and breathe."

My dick was now hovering above her butt, and I was trying to flex it to keep it from falling, but gravity kept bringing it down. My dick hit the top of her buttcrack but I quickly moved it up again.

"Relax, Charlie. If you'd like, you can enter me."

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"You can penetrate me. If that's within your comfort level."

Oh fuck.

"No, yeah I'm com- comfortable with that," I said. I moved my hips so that my dick moved between her legs. I tried moving my dick up but it just brushed against the lips of her pussy.

I moved my right hand and grabbed my dick, guiding it into her.

"Breathe in," she told me. I did as I thrusted into her.

"And out," she said. I did and slid my dick halfway out of her.

"Stand up," she pushed her butt into me and made me stand up.

"Forward fold." She bent over to touch her toes, her butt pushing even harder into me. I bent over too, my dick still inside her.

"Now slowly lower to the ground." We both walked our hands forward along the mat as we lowered the rest of our body flat to the ground. This time, I was on top of her.

"Arms at your side, cobra." I lifted my chest, therefore thrusting my hips and pushing my dick further into her.

"Again." Fuck this felt so good. I'm not sure how much longer I could last.

"Roll over to your back." I did. She was now on top. She moved her legs up to straddle me. I was now flat on my back while she rode me.

She slowly moved up and down on my dick, keeping the pace of our inhales and exhales.

"Squeeze my breasts." I squeezed on the inhale, then released on the exhale. Inhale, exhale. Her nipples were so puffy and soft in the hot studio. We were both sweating, and her on top of me meant our sweat mixed together. I watched sweat drip off of her tits and onto my stomach.

"Suck on my nipples." I gladly obeyed. She was salty from the sweat but it was worth it. I was practically slobbering over her, and I was about to come.

"Samantha?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to come."

She pulled my dick out on the exhale.

"Come on my chest," she instructed, still in her yoga voice. I grabbed my dick and gave myself one last stoke, then directed the cum onto her chest. It got all over hit tire and nipples as I let out every drop that was waiting for release.

When I finally stopped, she got up. I watched her butt jiggle across the room as she grabbed a towel and wiped herself clean.

I closed my eyes again. Samantha returned and laid on top of me. She laid her head to one side on my chest. We just laid in our exhaustion.

After a while, it was time to get up.

"Slowly invite movement back into your body," she said. She ran her fingers on my arms again and held my hands, stretching them out to the sides. Our legs wrapped around each other. She lifted her head up and moved her face to mine. She initiated a kiss, soft at first but then with more force. We kept kissing as I slowly moved into a seat, her in my lap with her legs wrapped around my back.

We stopped kissing and she held my head with one hand.

"Thank you for coming to my practice today and engaging with me. Take your time putting your clothes back on." She finally broke her yoga teacher voice and smiled at me with that last line.

She sat up and went to clean up her mat. I admired her behind as she bent over to get it. I folded my mat and returned my blocks to the back of the room.

I grabbed my mat and lingered around Samantha.

"You know, you have potential," she said. "You could instruct."

"I could??" I asked.

"You could."